The Power Behind Whitelist Restaurant
"General, do you know who you offended today?"
Cavir Walton was not to be outdone.
His voice carried across the street, calm at first, but there was a sharpness hidden beneath it.
He slowly walked forward.
His grey hair moved slightly in the evening breeze, while his dark eyes remained fixed on the General of Ashford City.
The moment his words fell, the atmosphere around the Treasure Pavilion seemed to grow heavier.
The soldiers who had surrounded Leon instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons.
Some looked toward Cavir Walton.
Others looked toward their general.
Nobody dared to speak.
General's expression changed.
For the first time since arriving, the confidence on his face showed a crack.
He truly did not know Leon's identity.
Today, James had summoned him simply to provide support.
As the General of Ashford City, General's position was almost equal to James's.
He possessed military authority.
